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“Think you can run, princess? Not in this life or the next, you’ll never escape me!” — Pedro “Please Pedro, f*cking die!” — Aelia ——— This man is obsessed with me and at the same time it’s not me he’s obsessed with, instead it’s my appearance but not mine! His deceased first love! But no matter how many times I yell “I’m not her!” He doesn’t seem to listen. He’s too consumed with owning me as a replacement for his dead lover to understand common sense! Oh, did I forget to mention that Mr. Tall, handsome and dangerous is married?! I want to escape him, I want to flee if it means going to the ends of the earth but all my attempts are futile. Even if I BEG he won’t let me go, WORSE yet, even if I BREAK! SERIES NAME: BEG (Vol 1)
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Beg, or worse, Break 64. Catching feelings?
Darcy stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, trying to keep her face neutral despite the fact that Adrian was sitting there shirtless, sheets hanging dangerously low on his hips. His brown hair was tousled from sleep, his emerald eyes gleaming with amusement as he stretched, completely unbothered.“You took advantage of me last night,” he repeated smoothly, running a hand through his messy hair.Darcy nearly choked. “What?”Adrian sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “I knew you had a wild side, but I didn’t think you’d go that far.”Darcy’s stomach flipped. The worst part? She had no idea if he was lying. She barely remembered anything. The alcohol had wiped out most of her night, leaving her with nothing but fragmented memories and a pounding headache.But there was no way she was admitting that.“You’re full of shit,” she shot back, shifting her weight onto one foot.Adrian just smirked, leaning back against the headboard like a king on his throne. “Oh? So you do remember?”
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Beg, or worse, Break 63. You took advantage of me
Darcy’s head throbbed with a vengeance. Every dull pulse behind her skull reminded her that tequila was the devil, and she had willingly danced with it last night.With a groan, she shifted under the sheets, peeling one eye open and instantly regretted it.Sunlight sliced through the curtains like a knife, blinding her as she hissed and buried her face into the pillow. That was when she noticed the warmth beside her.Shit.She turned her head slowly, already dreading what she’d see.Adrian.Shirtless.Leaning against the headboard with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, his dark eyes locked onto her in amusement.“Morning, sunshine.” His voice was irritatingly smooth, like he’d been awake for hours, watching her suffer.Darcy squeezed her eyes shut. “No. Absolutely not.”Adrian smirked over the rim of his cup. “You sound disappointed. How hurtful.”Darcy threw the sheets off herself and sat up too fast. The world tilted, nausea crawling up her throat. She groaned, pressing her pal
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Beg, or worse, Break 62. You’re dead if I catch you
The next morning, Aelia groggily opened her eyes searching for her phone as usual but the empty space irked her and she jolted awake to discover a strange surrounding, her first instinct was to find her purse but a sharp headache halted her movement. With hands to her head she sluggishly reached for her purse and grabbed her phone. “Owww I feel like shit, I shouldn’t have drank so much—ah!”The fog in her eyes cleared. “What? Thirty missed calls?!” A second later and the memories of last night came crashing in, mixed with the splitting headaches. Aelia’s first thought was to glance at herself. A ripple of gasp leaked from her mouth. “It wasn’t a dream, Pedro—Pedro really… he really! Oh my gosh!” Her crash out was interrupted by a continuous buzzing sound. Messages from Mike, Darcy even her workplace groups were flooding in but that wasn’t the shocker. A message from Sola stole her attention. Two words ( “Come home.”)Then suddenly, a ton of messages from her trucked in. (“Whe
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Beg, or worse, Break 61. Getting attached
The city lights cast faint glows against the penthouse walls as Darcy leaned against the door, her breath uneven. Her mind was hazy, not just from the alcohol but from the way Adrian was looking at her. It wasn’t playful, nor teasing, it was something deeper, something raw.Neither of them spoke.Adrian’s eyes flickered over her, reading the tension in her shoulders, the way she gripped the fabric of her dress as if grounding herself. He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, testing the space between them.She didn’t move away.His fingers brushed her arm, barely a touch, yet it sent a shiver down her spine. “Darcy…” His voice was low, rough around the edges.She exhaled shakily, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. “Don’t.”“Don’t what?” His fingers skimmed higher, tracing the curve of her shoulder, the exposed skin burning under his touch.“Don’t act like this means anything,” she whispered, though her body betrayed her, leaning into him instead of away.Adrian’s jaw tightened. He r
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Beg, or worse, Break 60. Alan Spencer
The air stilled, it was like time itself stopped around them but then the alcohol flowing in Aelia’s veins began to kick again, she staggered back in amusement, muffling a laugh that didn’t have the ability to reach her eyes. “What’s it to you?” She breathed but Pedro suddenly grabbed her shoulders, forcing her eyes to focus on him as he said “A name Aelia, give me a name.” The tension beneath his voice was palatable, it was clear that he was holding back but Aelia didn’t notice any of that, her vision was hazy and a bitter smile stretched her lips instead.She tried wiggling free from his hold, her face scrunched up in discomfort, “it’s none of your business…”“Aelia.” Pedro gritted with his last thread of restraint but the same thing can be said for Aelia because in the next moment she snapped. “I said let go!”“Give me a name goddamn it!—” “ALAN SPENCER!” She yelled out using the momentum to break free from Pedro. “Alan Spencer and one other pervert at my old orphanage! Happy n
Last Updated : 2025-03-29Beg, or worse, Break 59. Give me a name
Pedro slammed the door shut behind them.The bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with tension. The distant sound of crashing waves outside the estate was the only thing breaking the silence, but inside, a storm raged between them.Aelia stumbled slightly, the alcohol making the world tilt, but she caught herself on the edge of the bed, her breath coming fast. Pedro was in front of her in seconds, reaching out to steady her, but she shoved him away, rage burning through the haze of intoxication.“Don’t touch me!” she snapped, her voice raw with fury.Pedro clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath. “Aelia, you’re drunk.”“And whose fault is that!?” she shot back, swaying slightly but standing her ground. “You think dragging me here will change anything? You think if you keep me locked away like some kind of possession, I’ll suddenly want to be near you!?”Pedro exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying to maintain the last shred of his patience. “You need to rest.”Aelia l
Last Updated : 2025-03-28Beg, or worse, Break 58. Possession
The stage lights had burned into her skin, the music had drowned out her thoughts, and the crowd’s cheers had fed something reckless inside her. She had let herself be swept up in the moment, let her body move in ways she never would have dared before.It was working. It had to be working.Until the lights went out.Now, the club was gone. The heat of bodies pressing in on her, the sticky air laced with alcohol and smoke gone.Instead, she was waking up in a moving car, the smooth hum of an engine beneath her. The scent hit her first: cigarettes, expensive cologne, something darker.Aelia didn’t need to see him to know.Pedro.Her stomach clenched as she blinked through the haze, head pounding from the alcohol still in her system.“You’re awake,” his voice came from beside her, cold and even.She turned her head, finding his sharp profile illuminated by passing streetlights. His grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, his jaw locked so tightly she thought his teeth might crack.
Last Updated : 2025-03-27Beg, or worse, Break 57. Who took Aelia?
The night air was thick with anticipation.Inside Aelia’s apartment, the scent of citrus-scented lotion and perfume clung to the air as she stood in front of her mirror, lining her lips with a deep shade of red. Darcy, perched on the edge of Aelia’s bed, was still struggling to comprehend what was happening.“You do realize this is the Twilight Zone, right?” Darcy said, watching Aelia apply her lipstick with unnerving precision. “I mean, I’m actually convinced I’ve fallen into some alternate reality where you, Aelia freaking Spencer agreed to go clubbing on a Friday night. Voluntarily.”Aelia smirked at her reflection, dabbing the excess color off with a tissue. “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying this moment.”“Oh, I’m enjoying it, alright. I just think I deserve some answers!” Darcy threw her hands up. “For three years, I have begged you to come out with me, and each time, you hit me with the ‘I don’t drink, I don’t party, I have chapel in the morning’ speech.” She narrowed her eyes
Last Updated : 2025-03-26Beg, or worse, Break 56. A wild goose
Aelia’s POVThe air in the room shifted like a storm was about to roll in.And then, it did.Pedro Montonio entered, his presence sucking the oxygen out of the space like some black-hole version of a person. My spine went rigid, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed, Valeria, for all her arrogance, straightened slightly, like a cat sensing a predator had just walked in.Oh, this should be fun.Instead of retreating like a normal person with survival instincts, Valeria went for a theatrical exit, reaching out and trailing her fingers along my cheek.“I hope you’re enjoying my hospitality,” she purred, because of course, she had to be insufferable until the very last second.I recoiled so fast you’d think she had leprosy.Pedro saw it. His expression didn’t change, but his jaw clenched, a small, silent promise of consequences.“Leave,” he said. Just one word, cool and final.Valeria smirked, lingering just long enough to make sure she was being insufferable at maximum capacity. “So prot
Last Updated : 2025-03-25
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1. Tied to his bed
Aelia’s POVSilk restraints bit into my wrists, keeping them bound above my head. Each tug only made them tighten.The air was heavy with the lingering scent of cologne, whiskey, and something faintly metallic. Every breath felt suffocating.The last thing I remembered was leaving the courthouse, the weight of another failed case pressing on my shoulders. A sharp sting at my neck then darkness.Now, I was here.The door creaked open.A chill ran through me as footsteps echoed against the floor. Slow and purposeful.The air shifted. It wasn’t just someone entering the room. It was something far more suffocating. A force. A presence that made the space around me feel smaller, like the walls were inching closer.Even before I looked up, I knew who it was.Pedro Montonio.A raw, instinctive terror gripped my chest.He stepped into view, his sharp blue eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my pulse stutter. He didn’t need to speak for the threat to be clear —he was power. The kin...
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